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And wherever women held power, be it a throne, a club, or a labyrinth, there were men wishing to seize it.
No one likes the freedom a woman on the throne inspires—least of all the men who benefit from keeping women under their thumbs.
“And you’d best tell them the truth, before Imogen decides to deploy whatever weapon she’s most recently concocted to hurry you along.” On cue, Imogen replied, “Did you know that if you set a handkerchief aflame once it is properly inserted into a bottle of alcohol, you’ve all you need for a lovely explosion?”
Believe it or not, Caleb Calhoun is not a part of the half of London that desires to swiv me.” She paused, then added, “Also, it would do us all well to find another word for the act. That one is . . . not pleasant.” “What would you prefer? Did you discuss the weather? Did you play croquet?” Adelaide laughed. Sesily cut her a look. “Do not encourage her.” “Did you prune the hedge?” “Really, anything sounds salacious when you say it that way, Imogen,” Adelaide pointed out. Imogen grinned. “It does, doesn’t it?”
“Hesitation in battle is for dramatic novels and play fighting,” she replied.
